tion, with a tremendous brogue;
and prided himself on exaggerating deliberately both of these
excellences.

'The top of the morning to ye, Mr. Smith. Ye haven't such a thing
as a cegar about ye? I've been preaching to school-children till me
throat's as dry as the slave of a lime-burner's coat.'

'I am very sorry; but, really, I have left my case at home.'

'Oh! ah! faix and I forgot. Ye mustn't be smokin' the nasty things
going up to the castle. Och, Mr. Smith, but you're the lucky man!'

'I am much obliged to you for the compliment,' said Lancelot,
gruffly; 'but really I don't see how I deserve it.'

'Desarve it! Sure luck's all, and that's your luck, and not your
deserts at all. To have the handsomest girl in the county dying for
love of ye'--(Panurgus had a happy knack of blurting out truths--
when they were pleasant ones). 'And she just the beautifulest
creature that ever spilte shoe-leather, barring Lady Philandria
Mountflunkey, of Castle Mountflunkey, Quane's County, that shall be
nameless.'

'Upon my word, O'Blareaway, you seem to be better acquainted with my
matters than I am. Don't you think, on the whole, it might be
better to mind your own business?'

'Me own business! Poker o' Moses! and ain't it me own business?
Haven't ye spilte my tenderest hopes? And good luck to ye in that
same, for ye're as pretty a rider as ever kicked coping-stones out
of a wall; and poor Paddy loves a sportsman by nature. Och! but
ye've got a hand of trumps this time. Didn't I mate the vicar the
other day, and spake my mind to him?'

'What do you mean?' asked Lancelot, with a strong expletive.

'Faix, I told him he might as well Faugh a ballagh--make a rid road,
and get out of that, with his bowings and his crossings, and his
Popery made asy for small minds, for there was a gun a-field that
would wipe his eye,--maning yourself, ye Prathestant.'

'All I can say is, that you had really better mind your own
business, and I'll mind my own.'

'Och,' said the good-natured Irishman, 'and it's you must mind my
business, and I'll mind yours; and that's all fair and aqual. Ye've
cut me out intirely at the Priory, ye Tory, and so ye're bound to
give me a lift somehow. Couldn't ye look me out a fine fat widow,
with an illigant little fortune? For what's England made for except
to find poor Paddy a wife and money? Ah, ye may laugh, but I'd buy
me a chapel at the West-end: me talents ar